Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Silence is Goldfish Blog Tour - Excerpt & Giveaway

Author: Annabel Pitcher
Pub. Date: May 17, 2016
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers 
Format: Hardcover, eBook
Find it: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks 
My name is Tess Turner--at least, that's what I've always been told. 

I have a voice but it isn't mine. It used to say things so I'd fit in, to please my parents, to please my teachers. It used to tell the universe I was something I wasn't. It lied. 

It never occurred to me that everyone else was lying too. 

Fifteen-year-old Tess doesn't mean to become mute. When she discovers that her dad isn't her biological father, at first she's just too shocked to speak. But quickly she begins to see the benefit of silence. She can protect herself from the questions she's too afraid to ask. It frustrates the heck out of her parents. And it also gets the attention of her handsome Math teacher, Mr Holdsworth...

Tess sets out to discover the identity of her real father. But when trouble strikes and everything spirals out of control, how can she ask for help when she's forgotten how to use her voice?


The kitchen smells of burned spaghetti, proof that last night happened, there’s absolutely no denying it. Listening out for Mum and Jack, I avoid the creaky floorboards, creeping to the sink to get a glass of water. The cold tap is tricky, but I turn it on the perfect amount to get a good flow without any splash. The house is quiet. Not silent exactly, but the noise of it is so familiar it barely registers.

I listen harder, transforming the creaks and groans and pops into something strange, then force myself to look. The door to Jack’s study is open so I can see it from here, just a boring old laptop, but somewhere hidden away in the deepest, darkest part of that computer is a file called DCNETWORK BLOG containing six hundred and seventeen secret words.

And Jack typed them yesterday.

Jack typed them, and that’s a hard fact sitting in my brain giving me acid indigestion of the mind, particularly behind my right temple, which is throbbing.

Jack typed them, sitting down at his desk no doubt with a cup of coffee, putting it on the “Master of the House” coaster he bought after we saw Les Misérables in London. And wow that was such a good night, but then again, maybe not for Jack. Maybe it was this huge great big effort for him to climb to his feet during the standing ovation where we both grinned at each other, clapping until our hands stung. I elbowed him in an eloquent way, like that jab of my bone on his arm said, This is the best moment of my life. He elbowed me back to say, Mine too, but now I am wondering if actually he was trying to knock me off the balcony because, no doubt about it, he would be happier if I didn’t exist.

Jack’s slippers with the worn-down backs are still under the desk where I kicked them off when I discovered the truth. Jack’s slippers. Dad’s slippers. Dad’s old familiar slippers I used to put on whenever my feet got cold because dads and daughters can share foot sweat no problem. I will never wear them again and suddenly that seems the saddest thing of all, like my toes start to grieve, throbbing in my boots as I turn away from the study, unable to believe he wrote that blog.

Tour Schedule
Week One:
5/9/2016- BookHounds YAInterview
5/10/2016- Here's to Happy EndingsReview
5/11/2016- A Dream Within A DreamGuest Post
5/12/2016- Just CommonlyReview
5/13/2016- Kovescence of the MindInterview

Week Two:
5/16/2016- A Gingerly ReviewReview
5/17/2016- Lost in Ever AfterExcerpt
5/18/2016- Pink Polka Dot BooksReview
5/19/2016- A Book and a LatteGuest Post
5/20/2016- 5 Girls Book ReviewsReview

About the Author
Annabel Pitcher studied English at Oxford and has since worked as a script writer and an English teacher. She lives in Yorkshire with her husband. MY SISTER LIVES ON THE MANTELPIECE was her first novel. She is a full-time writer.

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